Alexxia is an unapologetic vampire who works hard and plays harder. Some of her coworkers find her abrasive, but you don’t become top seller under twenty-five by being a polite little wallflower.

When Alexxia’s vacation rolls around, she’s got big plans for a sunny beach holiday on Planet Plai. Too bad her interstellar module has different plans. It breaks down on Earth, and she’s stranded without a blood source. What a buzzkill! Especially since boring old Earth is nothing like her home planet, where you can walk into a restaurant and order blood by the glass.

Earth vamps are totally shady about their drinking habits. It takes forever to find a vampire club, but Alexxia’s search leads her to Conrad—a guy unlike anyone she’s ever met. He’s thin and pale and broody and… actually kind of cool. But why are Earth’s vampires so secretive about craving blood? Why’s it so taboo? And why does doing something that’s considered wrong feel so knee-bucklingly, heart-palpitatingly right?

Will Alexxia find herself seduced by Earth’s forbidden underground culture? And even if her module gets fixed, how will she ever be able to leave Conrad?

“What is this place?” she asked, feeling stupid, feeling like a tourist. “I mean, what’s it called? Your club… what’s the name of it?”

“My club has no name,” Conrad said as he swept her hair over her shoulder. “Everybody in the group knows that when night falls, you come to Conrad’s.” His dark eyebrows lowered into a dubious expression. “But you’re not part of the group, so I wonder how you knew to come here. It’s a carefully guarded secret.”

What was she supposed to say? I heard about it from an alien squirrel? But as she struggled to formulate a response, the music inside the club went from loud to louder and she jumped right off the ground.

Conrad’s dubious grin swelled into a full-blown smirk. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

“Is it really that obvious?”

His eyes twinkled in a way that made her wonder if he enjoyed her discomfort. “Come on, let me show you my office. It’s considerably quieter in there.”

He took her by the arm with a grasp that told her she was going nowhere but with him.

EMILY JUNE is a professional author who loves libraries, languages, and homemade lasagna. When she isn’t writing, she’s usually outside exploring the world with her family or inside drinking fancy teas out of chipped china cups. EARTH BLOOD IS EASY is her first vampire-alien romantic comedy. No extraterrestrial squirrels were harmed in the writing of this book!

Marissa Lambert is furious her agent hired a security agency to protect her. Just because two plus-size models have turned up dead doesn’t mean she’s at risk. Besides, she can take care of herself!

Beau Evans owns Evans Security. The moment he watches Marissa sashay down the runway, he gets a serious itch that doesn't go away. Once they succumb to the lust in their blood there's no turning back.

EXCERPT-Handsome stud or not, Marissa decided to get right to the point. “Nothing against you, but you’re fired.” She tried to ignore the tiny scar at the corner of his sensual mouth.

“I don’t work for you. You can’t fire me.” He cocked a brow. “Even if you can take care of yourself.” His sexy drawl clearly said he didn’t think so.

Marissa pressed her lips together. “You caught me by surprise.” All of him caught her by surprise. He had the whole package right down to his muddy cowboy boots. He was a true Texan, and nothing close to her unflattering description to Kirk.

He laughed. “You think the killer is going to announce himself?”

Damn him! “Well, maybe I can’t fire you, but after what you just did, I can call your boss and demand another bodyguard.” Marissa slapped her hands on her full hips.

Why is he laughing again?

“My brothers and I own Evan’s Security and I’m afraid they’re all on assignments right now.”

Good God, there was more like him?

“I’m afraid I’m stuck with you.”

Marissa was preoccupied with the way his sensuous mouth formed the words, until what he said reached her on a conscious level. He was stuck with her? Her gaze returned to his. There was amusement swimming in his chocolate eyes. Rich, decadent chocolate that she could drown in if she wasn’t careful. Her lips twitched in response. She liked a man with a sense of humor, even directed at her.

Beau Evans was a big, well-proportioned man, and the way he filled out a pair of jeans revealed his powerful, muscular thighs. Marissa couldn’t help her wandering gaze as it moved down his body, then back up again. She gauged his height to be somewhere around six feet five. Not too many men made her feel small, but this one did.

“So, where’s the hat, cowboy?”

“In my truck.”

It figured he’d have a truck. Didn’t all macho Texans?

“What did you mean earlier when you said, ‘I have a lot to learn?’”

“I’ll show you after you put some clothes on.”

After years of modeling, Marissa was used to being in various states of undress around people. It came with the business, and she was very comfortable in her own skin. The minute she’d entered her dressing room she’d kicked off her heels and removed the sheer thigh length shirt.

“I am wearing clothes.”

If eyes could strip, she’d be naked right now. “If you insist, ma’am.”

Flash in the
Pen features two dozen tantalizing tales—one for every hour of the day,
if you can wait that long to read them. Once you start, you might never
want to stop! This book is erotic tapas. You get a delicious taste of
everything from tantric energy exchanges to sudden stranger sex, from
BDSM to butt plugs.

Girls acting like kitties and pretending to be puppies.

Fisting. First times. Fantasies.

Sexy surprises.

There’s a little something for everyone in this collection, so get ready for a frenzy of flashers!

Since
it's My Sexy Saturday, here's a 7-paragraph excerpt from Flash in the
Pen. This one's from a story called Two Girls Kissing. I wrote it as I
watched two girls kissing in the park across the street:

I'm sitting by the window, gazing out at the park across the street, and what priceless display of wanton lust catches my eye?

Two girls kissing.

Two girls kissing... oh my GOD, it's two girls kissing. Am I seeing this right? Is it wishful thinking?

Nope,
it's real. They're young and pretty, wearing short shorts and tight
tops because even at eight in the evening it's still hot outside. Their
long limbs are all tangled together. They're wrapped up in each other's
smooth bodies. One is petting the other's bare thighs... and they're
kissing.

They're kissing the way I used to kiss when I
was young and in lust. They're kissing in a public park, right there
for everyone to see. I used to do that, too, when I was young... and in
lust... and in love.

There's something in the way they
lunge at each other, devouring mouths, tongues, smashing their full
lips and their tiny breasts together and running their hands through
each other's hair that reminds me of my youth.

There
are no subtle pecks, no flighty "because I have to" shows of
pseudo-affection. These are unanticipated guerilla kisses. I can tell.
It's like neither of these girls expects the kiss to happen until
they're neck-deep in it.

I have a lot of books on my back list so I decided to start doing a book focus each week to bring awareness to them for any new readers. So many times, and I'm just as guilty, we see new releases and don't go any further in checking out that author's older books.

My focus this week is on my first self-published, short erotic story, Up in Flames. Below is a never before posted excerpt.

The elevator began to move. Ohmygod! Talk about bad timing. Their gazes met. James moved quickly and hit the button to stop it. Rachel’s eyes rounded with fear but before she could say anything, he hit the button to the tenth floor.

“What, where are we going?” She tried to calm herself. The elevator was moving again and in a matter of seconds, she would be out.

“There’s no way in hell we’re going down like this.” He removed his shirt and brought it around Rachel’s shoulders. Then bent and scooped up her clothing. “We’re going to my office.”

The doors opened. Rachel rushed out, unconcerned with her undressed state. She sucked in several lung full’s of fresh air-conditioned air. A quick glance told her they were alone. The clock on the wall revealed it was almost seven-ten. The whole building was probably empty by now.

James passed her and she followed him to his office. He closed and locked the door behind them. She watched him toss her clothes to the sofa, and turn on a desk lamp. When he turned to face her, his gaze traveled down her body in a lingering, visual caress. Remembering her pussy was exposed, Rachel pulled his shirt around her. A crooked grin covered his face, too sexy for words. Suddenly she felt exposed and shy. They’d just had smoking hot sex in the elevator, where did they go from there?

He walked back to her with a lazy, satisfied look on his face, the glaze of their recent intimacy still evident in his eyes. Rachel tried to avoid looking down at his pants, when she knew they were still unzipped and parted. Excitement filled her senses. Cum was running down the inside of her thigh and she resisted rubbing her legs together to stop the tickle. She began to tingle all over, anticipating that they would fuck again. She’d enjoyed his magnificent cock inside her and wanted to experience it again.

“What do we do now?” she asked when James halted within an inch from her.

This
new series revolves around a group of bars, clubs and restaurants. The first
story is The Replacement with the main character being Noah Davidson, the
owner of the Davidson Restaurant Group.

Blurb:

When Noah loses his life partner to kidney
failure, he needs a replacement to help run his restaurant business. After
a couple of tryout failures, Noah interviews Gavin Murray. Gavin has everything
needed to be the perfect general manager. He has the education, the experience,
and the polish and sophistication required in a top executive. The only problem
is that Noah finds him sexually attractive in a way that borders on obsession.
He wants Gavin but he tells himself that he can’t have him. He’s still mourning
Brett and he’s far from ready to move on with his life. If he had any sense
he’d turn down Gavin’s application. Instead, he agrees to give Gavin a
three-month trial period by convincing himself Gavin is his only option and
business comes first.

Excerpt:

I
checked my watch. Ten minutes past three and I’d started to sweat. Another ten
minutes went by, and then another ten.

At
one minute past three-thirty Gavin came through the front door of Jenny’s,
looking a tad flustered and with his shirt half out of his pants. “Sorry, Noah.
I got held up in traffic. You ready to roll?”

A
traffic jam? Oh, sure that was a great excuse. I wondered what he’d really been
doing, then decided I didn’t want to know. If he was expecting me to ask how
come he was running around town when he was supposed to be working, then he was
in for a big disappointment. I was annoyed for being kept waiting, but I wasn’t
about to inquire into anything, especially the reason for his ruffled
appearance. It was none of my business. So I simply smiled, pushed back my
chair and got to my feet. “Is it that time already?”

“It’s
actually later than that. A little after three-thirty to be exact.” The look
that accompanied his reply said he knew that I knew what time it was and
probably to the fraction of a second.

Katherine has been let down by men before. Can she trust the man who captures her?

England, Summer 1132

Valens is an arrow-maker and spy for Lord Sebastian (the hero of Sebastian the Alchemist & His Captive, Medieval Captives 1). His beloved sister Julia has died, leaving an infant who needs breast-feeding. Valens is still single, so needs to find a wet nurse for the baby.

He kidnaps young Katherine, and her baby, Jack, from a camp of women. Can Katherine save Edith, Valens’s little niece? Can she trust the handsome Valens, share her secrets, make a life with him? Can she recover Jack’s lost inheritance?

Ordered to court Katherine by his lord, Valens slowly begins to understand that he loves Kate, that he loves making a family with her, Jack, and Edith. Does his realization come too late? When, on their wedding day, a plot between Valens and Sebastian is revealed, can Katherine forgive Valens? Can she trust a spy?

A BookStrand Mainstream Romance

Chapter 1

England, Summer 1132

Valens heard the girl he had chosen as booty
before he saw her. Crawling beneath the luxuriant low-hanging hazel branches
and over the stinging nettles and ruthless brambles toward the women’s summer
camp, he heard her weary, patient whisper. “Come on, Jack, feed for me,
sweetheart. That’s right, that’s right. Good boy…”

There was a mewling whimper and the soft sound
of suckling. Valens took a chance and raised his head.

Here she is, my little mother.

She crouched, half-facing away from him and
behind the other women, on the less favored side of their hissing fire. Her
face remained in shadow and he watched her hands, cradling, soothing, coaxing.
A spit and flare from the flames illuminated her charge, Jack.

Her son,
I think, or the son of her heart.
Whichever the babe was, Valens took in his rounded limbs and downy head with
pleasure. The infant was well cared for and the girl would care for Julia’s
child—She will if she wants her own brat
to thrive.

Valens lowered his wiry frame back into the
crush and scratch of brambles and allowed the wet nurse’s soft crooning to wash
over him.

“You are doing so well, my pretty darling,
growing so big and strong. Let me check your padding…Good boy! I have more wool
tufts and moss in my pack. Soon you will be clean and dry again, my Jack…”

The girl had been saying similar nonsense over
the past four days that Valens had been tracking the women’s camp. So far he
had only approached this close to her after twilight, content in the day to shadow
the group at a distance. With her hair hanging limply ‘round her face in
greasy, dirty-blond curtains, he still did not know if the wench was as pretty
as a beech nut or as ugly as a gall apple, but her hands were clean and deft
and her clothes patched and tidy. Baby Jack had more things than she, with
three carrying slings and a half dozen little cloaks and hoods.

She may
not wash her hair but she cares for Jack and will be a fine wet nurse for Edith. Valens frowned and tried not to think of his dead sister and her
ailing child, in case a passing devil caught his feelings and made them worse,
but it was no use. Julia had passed away seven nights ago and he and his
widowed father were struggling with their grief and with Edith, Julia’s child.
At almost two years old, Edith was beginning to eat more solid food, but it was
the custom to breast-feed until two years, and weaning itself was dangerous. He
and his father Thorkill, Edith’s granddad, had no idea what to do, beyond
treating the grizzling infant like a sickly calf. Julia’s child was not
thriving and would not do so until he could supply breast-milk by means of a
wet nurse.

His present duty, to spy on the goose herder
women, had proved provident. Accepting the task from his lord, Valens had known
that such bold females would have youngsters and babies and one of the women
would be in milk. Lucky for me. Julia
would have said it was God’s will, but Valens was less sure, seeing that God
had stolen Julia from him. He knew that tiny, squalling Edith would not make up
for the loss of his sister, but the child was a part of Julia, one he vowed to
preserve.

“You are not getting her,” he vowed under his
breath, not caring who he meant at that moment, God or the devil.

He felt breath on his neck and twisted ‘round.
The scowling face of his lord loomed briefly, then Sebastian crawled to one
side, cursing at this cramped spying place.

“Only you, runt, dare have me scramble this
way.”

Valens acknowledged the grumble with a flash
of teeth. “But always worth it,” he countered, ignoring the taller man’s
nickname. No one but Sebastian dared to comment on his lack of height, so he
reckoned they were even.

“Are they thieves?” Sebastian jabbed a long,
pale fist at the camp. His blue eyes darkened as Valens gave a brief nod.
“Explain.”

Used to the man’s brusque orders, Valens
counted off on his fingers. “One, they are meant to be goose herders but they
have no geese.”

“This close to Michaelmas? They should be
thigh deep in fattened-up birds, driving them to market.”

Valens grinned afresh. Sebastian was always
quick, it was one reason he spied for the man. That, and he paid in gold, on
time. “Two, they have clubs and ropes, lots of ropes.”

“For restraining prisoners and hostages. Go
on.”

“Three, they are practiced in pretending to be
fluttery, foolish maidens. A well-set-up traveler rides through the forest on
one of the main trails and these women are there, arranged like a Mystery play, all tasteful sprawled limbs, big eyes, and pleading glances.‘Oh, kind sir, can you help us?’ and more of
the same, till the fool steps down from his horse and they have him.

“Four—”

“I can count.”

The
warning made Valens skip to his greatest news. “Big Agnes is their leader.”

In the
dark blue twilight Valens almost missed Sebastian’s thin mouth tightening, but
he heard the satisfied, “A name worth gold. Our sheriff has wanted her for some
time.”

“Where
is Julian?” Valens whispered, checking on the girl again as she rubbed her
baby’s tiny back.

“Swirling
somewhere in that red cloak and being heroic, no doubt.”

A
prickle of alarm sped down Valens’s spine. “Not here, I hope. That cloak and
that yellow hair of his, they will show up.” He dismissed the rest of
Sebastian’s sour comment. His lord was touchy about his looks—though far less
since his marriage—but Julian was something else. Even Valens, who also liked
women, could see that.

There
was a low snort from the hazel thicket, as Sebastian stifled laughter. “Peace,
man, the sheriff is not an idiot. He does not go to your lengths, but he knows how
to blend in woodland and so do his men.”

Valens
forbore to comment that he dyed his red hair black so as to blend in, as
Sebastian put it. His bushy and above all bright mane was distinctive, and for
a spy that was bad.

“We
attack them tonight?” Sebastian asked.

“Early
morning is better. We shall see more and the women are slow to shift. Several
have children.”

“By
Lucifer, another problem,” muttered the man beside him. “My men will not like
that. I do not like it.”

“I think
you will have little trouble,” Valens said quickly. “Such women with youngsters
are low status, like camp followers. They earn their keep by washing and
cooking and are kept away from the main leaders. A few strikes on a shield will
have them scattering and their brats with them.”

“Runaways
and strays, eh? They will not be harmed. And where is Big Agnes?”

“Sprawled,
with her flagons, right by the main fire with her cronies, dividing up the
day’s takings. They are usually half-drunk in the morning, still.”

“Better,
by Lucifer.” Sebastian clapped him on the shoulder, the closest his lord would
come to outright approval. “And what do you want for your work?”

Valens
showed his teeth at his lord’s scowling face and pretended to consider. “Four
days and nights squatting in holly bushes, covering my tracks, going without
food or more than a sip of ale. What would you say to granting me a holiday, my
lord?”

Sebastian
wormed backward and Valens followed. Skirting a flowering and spiky wild rose
that showed blue in the late evening light, the men crawled behind the cover of
a beech tree and stood upright.

Valens
shook his arms and legs to get the blood flowing again. “Well, then.” He braced
himself, aware his next request would most definitely not be approved. “I want
a girl from the camp.”

Sebastian dragged him off his feet and hoisted
him aloft as if he weighed no more than a leaf. Half-choked by his tunic,
Valens sucked in air and kept talking.

“Not as
my slave but to help! The wench will have a better life with me than cast
adrift.”

His
lord’s eyes glittered. “You will marry her?”

By Adam, he is wed and now thinks every other
man should be.

“If she
is a widow, then yes.” Resentment sharpened Valens’s answer. “I need a wet nurse
for my sister’s child, not a bed-mate. Put me down.”

“Or
what?” Sebastian chuckled and lowered him. “I should call you Cuchulainn after
the Irish warrior. He was a runt, too.”

“Everyone
is short to you,” Valens muttered, slipping his knife back into its sheath as
he was released. Not that he did not trust Sebastian, but spying kept his
reactions honed. The dagger had been in his fist and pricked against the taller
man’s belly before he had even thought of it. He had no idea who Cuchulainn was
and did not care. “Are we agreed?”

Stepping
back, Sebastian glared down his long hooked nose and gave him a searching look
that made him feel like a new apprentice with his master. “You will keep her
and her infant safe?”

“I
will,” vowed Valens, thinking of Julia and Edith.

“Snatch
them tonight, then, and take them away with you.”

Valens
gave a brief but wide smile. His lord had given him something else with this,
the chance to spare the girl and her babe the panic of an attack. “I intend to.
Let me have two men.”

Sebastian
folded his arms across his chest. “You want to terrify mother and child?”

“Two
good men,” Valens persisted, ignoring his lord’s mocking glower, the dark humor
in those dark eyes. “Two good men to show her the futility of struggle. I’ve
taken down knights in full armor before now, so a girl and a baby will be
easy.”

“Very
well.” Before he moved back in the direction of the camp, Sebastian touched his
arm. “Be careful,” he warned. “Too much…trouble and the girl might lose her
milk.”

“I have
my ways,” said Valens, with a confidence he did not altogether feel. Sebastian
was still glowering down his nose, though, so all must be right with the world.

“Keep
safe, runt.” His lord seemed on the verge of saying more, but instead clapped
him on the shoulder for a second time.

“And
you, my lord.”

The two
men parted ways.

* * * *

Katherine
could not shake the feeling that she was being watched. Worse, that she and
Jack were being watched. The other women of this camp constantly slighted her
in flea-bite ways, remarking or gesturing about her small size, feeble strength,
and lack of wood-craft. Big Agnes, their leader, had agreed to let Katherine
travel with the gang and had then ignored her. The others—who surely were no
goose herders, for where were their geese?—had copied Agnes, or Aggie, as she
liked to be called. For the week Katherine had traveled with them, aside from
being piled with filthy clothes to wash, she and Jack had been left alone.

It is
exactly what I want, she told herself, but lately, with this constant tingle at
the back of her neck and the sinking feeling in her stomach, with this sense of
being watched, spied on, she was less sure.

Jack
smiled at her, gummy and warm, and she was enchanted afresh. That she and Eric
had produced such a wonderful, sweet, clever child she thanked Christ for every
hour. Propping the bundles of clothes she had to wash in a protective circle
around him, she set Jack down to roll and crawl and toddle, clapping her hands
in warning each time he crept and waddled to the edge of the circle.

Her bare
hands, Katherine thought with a sigh. She had sold her wedding ring nine days
ago but the lack still smarted. If only Eric had not died. If only I had been more patient with himand not nagged him in our bed. That was a dark shame and secret of
hers and one she still flinched from. If
only my husband had kept his wordand
not kept all those secrets—

“Hey,
Wash-tub!”

Katherine
refused to flinch at the hated nick-name, or at the muddy, cold scrap of cloth
that slapped down the side of her face. She caught it before it fell anywhere
close to Jack and heard the braying order, “Big Aggie wants that washed
tonight.”

She
nodded and scooped a faintly grizzling Jack into a carrying sling. Where she
would find wash-water at this hour was one problem, although at a pinch she
could use her own urine and rinse the scarf in—what? Rainwater collected in a
tree stump?

But she
did not complain. Better to be bullied
here than bullied and raped at the old house by my stepson. He was starting to
pick on Jack, too. Eric had sworn he had made provision for us, but he did not.
Secrets, always secrets. Remembering her own secret with a shudder, she
picked up her pack and the washing bundles and moved farther back from the
fires, preparing to do as Big Agnes demanded.

* * * *

Spiteful
fools, Valens thought, wishing he had his lord’s skill with poisons and could
slip some to these chattering mares. To expect a nursing mother to leave the
safety of the camp simply to wash a scarf spoke of a careless arrogance that
made his blood boil. The girl and her babe would do far better with him. They do not deserve her.

He was
so furious it was several moments before he could admit that their petty malice,
to one of their supposed own, had made capturing his prize easier. The young
woman was clearly seeking fresh water and had just found some in a moss-covered
birch stump. She had placed Jack into a cocoon of bedding and was pounding the
scarf on a smooth rock, stopping after each weary flick to glance to the
distant camp and peer into the closer trees. Sure that his dark clothing, dyed
black mop and dirt-smeared face would make him invisible, Valens slipped his
sheathed knife from his belt into his boot—he did not want the girl trying to
grab his blade and stab him—and waited. He moved as she did and squirmed closer
to the baby.

Jack was
gnawing his fist but content and eager to be diverted by the sparkling toy of a
gold chain and crucifix, dragged by Valens across the rim of his circle of
blankets. Gurgling, the baby obligingly tottered, then crawled on plump little
legs after the pretty thing. Valens allowed Jack to grab the chain and picked
up the baby, settling the child on his hip. Jack snuffled and stared up at him
in wide-eyed wonder. He trusts me.

“Jack!
Where are you?”

On her
knees now, the woman was patting and throwing aside the empty circle of
clothes, gasping in her panic. Valens loomed closer, sweating a little himself,
though his voice was cool and low.

“Here
with me. Shush.” He closed his other hand around his little mother’s thin wrist
and yanked her to her feet, deftly releasing her and removing her eating dagger
from her belt as she stumbled. She fell against him and he caught her again, winding
an arm about her middle and snagging her against his body as closely as he
cradled her son. Her mouth and eyes were as wide as Jack’s, but she did not
scream. Her attention was altogether on another matter.

“No,
Jack, not in your mouth.” She grabbed the gold chain and made a brave attempt
to smile at her son. “Never something you could choke on.”

Valens
released her wrist to sweep his dark cloak around all three of them. “I shall
know that next time.”

“Give me
my boy.” The wench reached for him but Jack nuzzled against Valens, who was in
no hurry to release either of them. He leaned closer, keeping a firm hand on
the baby.

“No.”
Valens gambled on her not wishing to scare or hurt Jack by trying to wrest him
free.

Her eyes
glanced away from him and her baby to the camp. At a snap of his fingers,
Sebastian’s two good men rose out of the undergrowth, taking a step closer. The
woman moaned as she saw the chance of any possible escape diminishing to
nothing.

“No help
here or over there,” Valens spoke as if no other fate was possible. “You and
Jack are coming with me.”

“Why
should we?”

He liked
the flash of temper. Anger meant she would not faint. This close, he saw her
face for the first time, rather than her bent head or profile. He stared for an
instant—he could not help it.

My little mother is a pretty waif. Not beautiful, he corrected
at once, not with that grubby hair or sharp little nose, but her face was free
of pox scars and had an open, impudent look. She had a narrow head and a thin
mouth that curved up at the corners and green eyes that shone with fury,
lightening them to the color of fresh beech leaves. He had done well for
himself by her capture. To marry this
will be no torment.

He
inhaled sharply and smelled her sweet, milky scent, felt her turgid breasts
press against his lower ribs. She was smaller, much slighter than him, but
tucked nicely under his chin for all that. The realization slid through his
mind as fast as an arrow bolt, then he was answering.

“I need
your help.”

He had
not meant to say that. He wanted to get her walking, get them farther into the
trees, away from the others. “Come with me now. No trouble.”

He
prodded her side with a finger and she jerked sideways, flinching as if she
feared a dagger thrust. “I promise I will not hurt you or your boy,” he added.

He
prodded her shoulder. “Walk first.” He did not tell her there were horses
nearby, one step at a time was enough.

Still
the woman did not move. She stared at how he held Jack, balanced against his
hip, and more suspicion flared in her face. “Why—”

I cannot waste more time on this. Edith is
ailing. Valens
scooped baby Jack into her arms and picked both of them up. Ignoring her
instant struggles, he began a shuffling retreat, flanked by the two men. When
the girl opened her mouth to yell, he silenced her by pressing his lips onto
hers.

Refusing to acknowledge either the guards' knowing smirks or the blistering agony when the annoying, squirming, necessary wench bit him, he staggered deeper into the forest.

How had
he ever thought this would be easy? Once
I have them back at home, it will be.

He could only hope.

Valens the Fletcher and His Captive is book 2 of my Medieval Captives Series. Book 1, Sebastian the Alchemist and his Captive, is already out.

He takes her for hate. Will he keep her for love?

Sebastian, lord of the tower in the northern high lands, is a proud, bitter man with a dark past. An alchemist and a warrior, he has had lovers but knows he is ugly—experience and betrayal have taught him that. When Melissa, the beautiful, neglected daughter of two old enemies, falls into his possessive hands he is determined to hold her. Why?

As one of the detested and defeated Felix family, Melissa must cling to her courage when she is claimed as a war-prize by the tall, grim Sebastian. Expecting torture and ravishment, she finds instead a peace and sanctuary that she has never known. Treated with kindness for the first time in her life, Melissa begins to blossom.

But there are secrets and old betrayals between them. Sebastian’s abiding jealousy is not easily quelled, especially when someone at the tower seeks to destroy his growing love with Melissa…

It’s finally release day for HER WILD HERO, Book 3 in my action-packed X-OPS Series! It’s available online and in bookstores in ebook and paperback! It’s the Barnes & Noble Bookseller Pick for May!

After meeting Kendra and Declan in HER PERFECT MATE (X-OPS 1), I knew they were going to end up together. Which was why it was so hard to keep it a secret when readers asked which guy the DCO’s resident Jill-of-all-trades was going to fall for. But while I knew Kendra and Declan were going to end up together, you wouldn’t believe how difficult it was actually getting them together. Those two definitely didn’t make it easy for me, but there story was well worth the wait!Name: Kendra CarlsenRank: Trainer, Dept. of Covert OpsObjective: Get out of the office and into the fieldName: Declan MacBrideRank: Tracker, Dept. of Covert OpsStatus: Bear ShifterObjective: Protect Kendra at all costsThe steamy Costa Rican jungle brings out the bear in Declan MacBride when he and new operative Kendra Carlsen are ambushed. In the midst of relying on each other to survive, and fighting his explosive attraction to Kendra, this shifter is about to lose control...Excerpt:Being so close to her shouldn’t bother him. He’d gotten over his crush on her and moved on. As he stole occasional glances at her, he knew that was a crock of shit. He’d tried; he really had. But since deciding four months ago that enough was enough and it was past time he stop pining for a woman who refused to even acknowledge his existence, he’d been miserable as hell.He bit back a growl. Damn, he was pathetic. But there was something about Kendra that attracted him like a bear to honey. He might have chuckled at the analogy if it wasn’t so damn fitting.Kendra had already been firmly established with the DCO when he’d shown up seven years ago. Back then, she’d mostly shadowed the training officers and watched—taking notes, making her quiet observations and recommendations directly to the trainers. At the time, Declan had been coming off the disaster that was his relationship with Marissa, so he hadn’t been interested in getting involved with any woman. Plus, he’d been consumed with trying to fit in with his team and learn everything they had to teach him. He had no military training to fall back on, so there’d been a lot to learn. By the time he’d gotten his head above water, he already had it bad for the behavioral scientist.Unfortunately, he couldn’t string together two sentences whenever he was around her. He wasn’t a Romeo with the ladies by any stretch of the imagination, but he’d never gotten tongue-tied around women—not even his former fiancée. But it wasn’t hard to see why Kendra had that effect on him. She was beautiful and smart, made him smile like no other woman ever had, made the camouflage uniform she was wearing look way sexier than it should, and she smelled delicious as hell.His nose usually wasn’t that good—mostly because he never used it—except when it came to Kendra. Then it worked just fine. Sometimes he could pick up her scent from the far side of the DCO training complex. Sitting this close to her now, it was the only thing he could smell, and it was overwhelming. He closed his eyes, hoping to block out her scent, but it was useless.Her pheromones surrounded him, holding him prisoner and refusing to let go.He’d tried to catch Kendra’s eye for years and fallen flat on his face every time—because she was too busy obsessing over that jerk Clayne Buchanan. It had taken Declan a while, but he finally realized he was wasting his time—and his life—waiting for her and had decided to move on.And it had been working. He’d gotten to the point where he didn’t think about her 24/7, didn’t subconsciously sniff the air to catch her scent the minute he drove onto the DCO complex. He’d even dated a few women he’d thought might have had long-term potential. There might not have been that same animal attraction he felt with Kendra, and he’d have to hide his shifter side, but that wasn’t too high a price to pay to be normal, right?Before today he thought he’d been well on his way to forgetting about Kendra and getting on with his so-called life. Then John had decided to send her on this mission and everything Declan thought was in the past came right back and smacked him in the face.For the first time in forever, he wanted to put his fist through a wall. But as he felt his anger rise again, he realized he wasn’t angry at John or Tate or even Kendra. He was mad at himself for being so screwed up that the mere thought of being in the same jungle as the blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty could get him so twisted up in knots.Damn, he really was pathetic.AMAZONhttp://amzn.to/1b8LVddB&Nhttp://bit.ly/1JgE7BkiTunes:http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/her-wild-hero/id945021859?mt=11ARehttp://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-herwildhero-1770775-237.htmlBooks-a-Millionhttp://www.booksamillion.com/p/Her-Wild-Hero/Paige-Tyler/9781402292156?id=6300848432178Sourcebookshttp://www.sourcebooks.com/store/her-wild-hero.htmlKobohttp://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/her-wild-heroiTuneshttp://itunes.apple.com/us/book/her-wild-hero/id945021859?mt=11

The reviews are already in!"With HER WILD HERO, the exceptionally talented Paige Tyler proves that she is an absolute master of this genre! Does it get any better than this?! - Fresh Fiction"The emotions envelope the reader and caress the soul." - Tea and Book"Topnotch!" - RT“Her Wild Hero is an exciting installment in a truly entertaining series.” – Booklist"If you haven't picked up this series, get to the bookstore now!" - Anna's Book Blog